THE DRIVE

Heads pass by without attention

Everyday thoughts turn from intention

To live to die
on these roads we lie and we drive,
we lie and we drive

Why can't I merge
Why can't I touch,
your constant lines..

..why they mean so much?

I see the burned fields abandoned
grace
I wonder if my field hold's harvest to
take

I'm feeling fire inside
with my hand on the door,
it burns and burns and
I want it more

To live to die
on these roads we lie and we drive,
we lie and we drive

In the broken glove box or maybe under the
crooked seat
I'll find what I lost..

...or just can't completely see.

Matthew Andrais DeFranco

Reviews

[writing mojo]

a bumpy ride to take, but well worth the wait of sacrifice in timing to measure...great piece